Now We Are All Fallen, Youth From

Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

Follow A Shadow, It Still Flies You, Seem To Fly, It Will Pursue: So Court A Mistress, She Denies You; Let Her Alone, She Will Court You. Say Are Not Women Truly, Then, Styled But The Shadows Of Us Men?

There Is No Doctrine Will Do Good Where Nature Is Wanting.

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.

Get Money, Still Get Money, Boy, No Matter By What Means.